New Cows – by: Odette

"Renew our vows? What?" I barely heard what he said next after those words sat in my head. "I can't do that!" I said, a little too loudly. He stopped saying whatever it was he was rambling about and it was quiet between us on the phone. I sat on my bed and played with … Continue reading New Cows – by: Odette

Making It Up – by: Chris

"Luke tells me that now I have to make it up to him. He is making me go out to dinner with some little starlit that needs to shake up her Disney clean image a little." I felt triumphant leaving Jake stranded on the curb as I left the hospital with my band-mates. I knew … Continue reading Making It Up – by: Chris

(Jake’s) Song For The Weekend – Elliott Smith, Waltz #2

Lyrics: First the mic, then a half cigarette Singing "Cathy's Clown" That's the man that she's married to now That's the girl that he takes around town She appears composed, so she is, I suppose Who can really tell? She shows no emotion at all Stares into space like a dead china doll I'm never … Continue reading (Jake’s) Song For The Weekend – Elliott Smith, Waltz #2

That Girl – by: Jake

I'm all ready to go. My tent and sleeping bag and surf board are in the back of the truck. Milo is watching me from the living room window with his tongue hanging out, smiling, if a dog can smile. I wave at him, throw my pillow in the passenger side,  I'm about to toss … Continue reading That Girl – by: Jake

Maybe…by Jake

Imagine the worst song ever made, and then put it together with the most fucking annoying song, and you have Chris's new collaboration with DJ asshole or something like that. And it is everywhere, even blasted on our street during football game day. The song is one of those where you just want to kill … Continue reading Maybe…by Jake

Strawberry-Eggs and Goodbye – by: Chris

I lay on my back on Zoe's little blanket, on the wooden floor, right in the middle of the living room and allowed her to paint my toenails, and my toes, and my feet, with a melange of blue and pink marker. This was one of the few ways I could get her to interact … Continue reading Strawberry-Eggs and Goodbye – by: Chris

Song For The Weekend

The afternoon air is comfortably crisp here in Brooklyn. I get to wear my big purple sweater outside on my balcony as I sip my tea but it’s not enough.  I should feel comforted but I don’t. I quietly avoid transforming my mess of thoughts into words of hope, regret or even numbness. I try … Continue reading Song For The Weekend

Band Practice After The Cabin – by Dave

I plugged in my guitar as I watched Chris fiddling around with the mic. He seemed like he was OK today but I knew he couldn't be. His face was badly bruised under his eye but he had a clean t-shirt on, wet hair from a shower and he was busy getting his gear set … Continue reading Band Practice After The Cabin – by Dave